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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.