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 Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.