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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.