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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
10cc,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.