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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.