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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.