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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.