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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.