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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.