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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
the Normal,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.