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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Can,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.