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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.