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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.