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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
New Order,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.