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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.