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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.