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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Skarface,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.