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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.