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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Mars,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.