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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.