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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the grime 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.