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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
X-102,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.