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 Burundi and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Funkadelic to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.