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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Wings,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.