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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.