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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.