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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Urselle,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.