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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.