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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.