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 Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.