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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
New Order,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.