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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s 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 Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.