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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Television,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.