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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Residents to the grime 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.