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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.