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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.