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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.