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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.