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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.