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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Smog,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.