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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.