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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gladiators to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.