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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Q65,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.