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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.