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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
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.