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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Ituana to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.