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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Invisible to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
World's Most,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.