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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.