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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
the Association,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.