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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.