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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.