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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.