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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.