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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Neu!,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.