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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.