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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.