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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.