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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.