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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.