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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.