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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
The Litter,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.