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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.