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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.