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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.