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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.