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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Excepter,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.