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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.