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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.