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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.