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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.