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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Nas,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.