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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.