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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Technova,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
The Index,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.