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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.