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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.