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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.