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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.