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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.