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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 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 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 Morten Harket 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.