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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.