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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
The Residents,
The Move,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.