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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.