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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.