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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
MC5,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.