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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.