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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.