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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Warsaw 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.