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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.