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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.