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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Yazoo to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.