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 States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
This Heat,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.