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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.