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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Doors 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.