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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.