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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.