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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.