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 Latvia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.