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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 organ 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Japan,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.