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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Visage,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.