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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.