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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.