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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.