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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.