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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.