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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wire to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Section 25,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.