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 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.