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 and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.