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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.