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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.