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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Technova to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.