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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.