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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.