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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.