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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.