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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.