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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Crime,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.