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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.