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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Model 500,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.