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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Can,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.