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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.