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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.