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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
The Litter,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.