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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.