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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
UT,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.