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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.