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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Slave,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.