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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
The Sound,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.