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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.