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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
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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.