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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Visage,
June of 44,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.