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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.