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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.