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 Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.