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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.