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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.