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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.