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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.