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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Can,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.