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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Liliput,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.