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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.