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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.