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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.