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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
UT,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.