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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.