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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Liliput,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.