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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 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 EPMD to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.