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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.