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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 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 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 The Seeds to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.