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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.