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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.