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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Visage,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.