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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.