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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.