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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.