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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.