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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.