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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Magma,
PIL,
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.