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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.