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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Mars,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.