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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.