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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.