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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.