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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.