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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Move,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.