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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.