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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
The Remains,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.