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 Nicaragua 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.