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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
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.