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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.