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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 10cc 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.