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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.