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 Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.