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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.