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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Skriet,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.