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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.