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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.