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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.