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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.