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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.