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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.