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 Liberia and from London.
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 Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Can,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Darondo,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.