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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.