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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
EPMD,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.