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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.