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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.