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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.