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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Deakin,
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.