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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
UT,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.