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 Thailand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Index,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.