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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s 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 Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
June Days,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.