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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.