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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.