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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo 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 dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.