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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.