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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Brick,
The Evens,
Urselle,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Gong,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.