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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.