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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.