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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.