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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.