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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
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.