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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.