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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.