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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.