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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.