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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.