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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.