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 Congo 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.