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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 K-Klass to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.