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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
UT,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.