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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.