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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Move,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.