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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.