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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.