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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Nico,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.