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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.