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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.