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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.