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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.