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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.