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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.