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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.