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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Television,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.