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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.