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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.