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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Slave,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.