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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.