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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.