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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.