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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.