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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.