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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.