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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.