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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Ludus,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.