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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.