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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.