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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.