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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.