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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.