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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.