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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.