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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.