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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.