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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.