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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.