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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.