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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Can,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.