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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
The Move,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.