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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Fear,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.