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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Swans,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.