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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.