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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.