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 Hungary 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.