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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.