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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.