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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.