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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
New Order,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.