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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Byron Stingily 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.