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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.