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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Spandau Ballet 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.