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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.