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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.