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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.