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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.