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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
The Human League,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.