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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.