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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.