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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.