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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.