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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.