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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Index,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.