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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.