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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.