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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.