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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.