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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Scion,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.