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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.