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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.