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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gichy Dan 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.