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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.