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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.