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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.