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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.