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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.