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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.