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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.