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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.