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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.