Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.