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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.