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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
UT,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.