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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect 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?
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.