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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.