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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.