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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Crime,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Anakelly,
ABC,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.