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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.