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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Alison Limerick 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.