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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Toasters to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
the Association,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.