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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.