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 Qatar 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Scion,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.