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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.