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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.