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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.