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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.