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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.