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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.