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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.