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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the funk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.