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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.