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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.