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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Dave Gahan to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
K-Klass,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.