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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
The Standells,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.