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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.