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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the techno 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.