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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.