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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Scientists to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.