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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.