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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.