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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Dirtbombs to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.