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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.