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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.