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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.