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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.