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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.