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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.