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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.