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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.