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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Mars,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.