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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the rock 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.