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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.