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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.