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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.