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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.