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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.