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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.