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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
EPMD,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.