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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.