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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.