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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Visage,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.