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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.