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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Hashim,
The Index,
MC5,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
The Names,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.