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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.