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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Television,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.