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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.