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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Monks,
The Slits,
UT,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.