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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.