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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
X-102,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.