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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
X-102,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.