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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.