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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.