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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.