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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.