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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.