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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.