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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Crime,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.