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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.