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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Niagra to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.