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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.