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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.