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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.