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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.