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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Nico,
Shoche,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.