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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Nico,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.