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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.