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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.