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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Organ,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.