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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
X-101,
The Human League,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.