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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.