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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.