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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.