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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.