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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '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 Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.