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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.