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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.