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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.