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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.