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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.