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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
UT,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.