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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.