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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
The Cure,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.