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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.