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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.