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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.