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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Television,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.