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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.