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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.