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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.