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 East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Fear,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.