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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.