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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.