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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.