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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.