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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.