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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.