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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.