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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.