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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.