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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.