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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.