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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.