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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.