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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.