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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.