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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.