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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
The Index,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.