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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 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?
The Motions,
The Index,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
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.