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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Gories to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.