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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.