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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.