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 Gabon and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Urselle,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.