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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.