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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
X-102,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.