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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.