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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.