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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.