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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.