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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Echospace,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.