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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Crime,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.