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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.