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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.