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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.