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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.