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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.