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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
cv313,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.