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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.