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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.