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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.