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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 H. Thieme to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.