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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Last Poets to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.