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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.