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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.