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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.