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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.