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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.