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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.