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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
UT,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.