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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.