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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.