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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.