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 Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.