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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.