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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.