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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Slave,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.