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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.