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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.