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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.