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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.