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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.