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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.