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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.