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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.