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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tim Buckley 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.