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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.