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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.