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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
June of 44,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.