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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Wings,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.