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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Pylon,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.