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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.