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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.