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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.