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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Can,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.