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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.