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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.