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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.