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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.