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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 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 Alton Ellis 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.