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 Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.