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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Television,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.