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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.