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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.