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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Index,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.