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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.