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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.