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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.