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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.