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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.