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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.