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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Selecter 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.