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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.