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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.