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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.