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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.