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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.