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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.