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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.