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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Japan,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.