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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Make Up,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.