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 Poland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Slits to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.