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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Delta 5 to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.