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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Monks,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.