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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.