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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.