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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.