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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Cramps to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.