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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.