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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.