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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Scion,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.