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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Heaven 17 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.