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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.