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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.