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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Pagans 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Visage,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Faust,
CMW,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.