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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.