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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.