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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Motions to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Ituana,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.