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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 The Human League to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.