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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.