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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Smog,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.