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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.