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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.