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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.