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 Singapore 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Wings,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.