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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.