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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.